If mermaids never did exist, then who was that portrayed on pages of stone, vertical surfaces; etched and carved, because the time was taken, because it wasimportant enough.
When pen nor paper had any meaning and history recorded was the point for seeing. Poor fools, these artists and historians alike.
Quite obviously the way we go about today is to see your history and raise it lie. I do believe it's normal, for what normal is worth, to dismiss a fact of life by giving no death caused by no birth. And what do these mermaids have to do with my message, my inclination to write?
Nothing, I suppose.
I'll leave it alone. I'm some woman and I'll keep it ladylike. But I know in my inner, neither saint nor sinner can defeat a full human feinting power for dinner.
As to what secrets with me were kept from ears for centuries, I believe they've been made into full make believe.
Personally, I'm relieved to be free of such characteristics of humanity, of which the mermaids,
we call that insanity. Either way, that's that.
I now say my goodbyes and swim to my ocean under the see.